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13 REASONS WHY SEASON 4 REVIEW

Clay Jensen completely loses himself. A lot of people find out who they really are and maybe, they are not the best of what they thought they’ll turn out to be. These Liberty kids have gone through a significant lot in their high school. They’ve lost friendships, love and they all have secrets. And its been far too long that they’ve been watching each others’ backs trying to keep their ‘friends’ safe. But, enough is enough and one can only take so much. In this season of a show which used to be really good in its first season, the creators swim in an ocean of disoriented content to give an apt ending. They fail, miserably. There is essentially no development in either the story or the characters in this season anymore.
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Almost everybody’s coping mechanism here seems to be talking to dead people. Clay sees dead people everywhere and even, talks to Bryce and Monty. Jess and Alex talk to Bryce. And Winston dances with and kisses Monty. Clay, being Clay tries as hard as he can to save the people around him but he is just human and he just refuses to let go, refuses to accept that he himself now is need of some form of help; he spirals and spirals in an endless pit of pain, misery and agony. And he yells; he yells on everybody. From day one, Clay’s always tried to find someone to put the blame on. He is sad and he just wants someone to stop this sadness. He believes that he can somehow rescue everybody but he just cant. And he got to understand that. With Hannah, he found a person to blame. He got Bryce to confess to his horrible deeds and getting justice for Hannah became the soul purpose of his life. But even when they go to court and get a judgement, its not enough for him. Its rather too little delivered too late and it doesn’t honor Hannah’s memory. But you gotta understand that there is never really a proper closure to all your pains. We think its gonna stop hurting if we just find a closure to everything but it wont. Some things are meant to hurt for a lifetime. You just have to live with that.
So, now Bryce is killed in a flash of rage and one in their gang has done it. So, Clay resumes his responsibility of being everybody’s father and manages to keep them safe. If you closely look at Clay, he basically just wants control over his life. He wants to have a normal life. As he himself says in a Valentines dance held at Liberty that he just wants a boring life with a boring job where he does nothing throughout the day and can sleep peacefully at nights, Clay’s unrest becomes visible. He continues to have panic attacks, breaks down every now and then, curses his life, has nightmares, holds conversations with the dead and acts out in ways he cannot remember later. In sum, Clay is a mess. If the first three seasons of 13 Reasons Why was about the calm and calculative Clay who manages to save his friends somehow, this season is about that person losing control and perhaps, becoming his worst version. But its not just Clay who’s so fucked up. Its also Justin and Jessica and Zach and Ani.
In spite of being into and out just out of rehab, Justin relapses and starts using again. That’s his coping mechanism. He just cannot stay sober and he accepts that. In a heartbreaking moment, he pushes Jessica away from him for one last time because he knows he is a failed cause and he can cause nothing but pain to everybody around him. Zach finds his solace in drugs and sex. This is another guy completely losing himself wallowing that he cant play football and his life is doomed and drowns himself in the moans of so many different women that he cannot hear his voice anymore. 
The only people who are learning to hold themselves together in all of this is probably Jessica and Tyler and Tony. Its interesting to watch all these different people connected by tragedies surmounting their lives evolve out as such different people. Only, the story is heavily disoriented and hazy. Nothing new happens in these 10 episodes. Its more like looking into the long term effects of a tragedy on friendships and high school and how the truth is not always the most exciting version of everything you hear, as Hannah said. Spun into the storyline is also rebel without cause Liberty High kids resisting school authorities in childish unplanned ways under the leadership of Clay and Jess and also, an absolutely irrelevant school shooting scene.  This season doesn’t add anything new to what we already know except maybe Alex’s sexual orientation and the fact that Clay Jensen cant always be the ideal man he imagines he is. There are a lot of elements in the series which if were planned reasonably could had created a plausible ending but they weren’t knitted the right way, so the ending we get is messy and not very hopeful. This season finally ends a series which almost began a legacy, which is almost the show that made Netflix this huge brand it has become today. It gained all or most of its popularity from a high school teenager who commits suicide and leaves behind a number of tapes listing why she had to end her life and a boy on a cycle, with headphones on, trying hard to find out the truth so that he can feel a little less guilty. So, we owe 13 Reasons Why that much, I guess and we are grateful for that but this season of the show was STRETCHY, BORING and UNCALLED for, really.


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